Minas Morgul

The silver light cast away

From the towers and the walls

The pale white horror took a place

Spreading madness and decay

The Eight arrived for their king

Great shadows walked again

The watch of Men failed in shame

As the city burned in flames

Minas Morgul's dark sorcery

Corpse-light in the dead black sky

Tower rising from the tombs of fallen kings

And their Gods

Poison fumes fill the air

Dying ground, no trees or streams

Day and night full of light

Light that illuminated nothing at all

At all

At all

At all

Once proud and great mortal men

Servants in shadow's embrace

Ithil-stone, device of lies

Eternal eclipse of the moon